Nyxa~
I stared at Marshall for a second after he said that.
“You’re what?”
“We’re going for dinner,” he repeated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve been in this office all day looking like you’re one inconvenience away from murder. Get your things.”
I blinked once.
Then again.
“Marshall, I’m not in the mood for—”
“That wasn’t a question,” he cut in as he stood up. “You need food and preferably something stronger than whatever caffeine addiction you’ve been surviving on.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly at him.
“You’re irritating.”
“And yet I’m still right.”
Unfortunately, he was.
I didn’t like that but I didn't argue. I let out a quiet breath before grabbing my bag properly.
“One hour,” I said. “If this turns into a business meeting, I’m leaving.”
“That hurt
